During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. She gasped with pain, but she did not release her grip. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms.
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